Chapter 3: Dislocations
"Cield! Come on my brother, this is no joke!" Tonus yelled. It was almost one hour, and he had yet to see signs of his brother, aside from his cloak that Cield had dropped when running away.
"That's it. I'm going home. Cield, if you are listening somewhere, you should come home. If you miss nana's funeral you will live to regret it!" Tonus yelled, before sadly turning around.
"I should look longer. I should." Tonus whispered to himself sadly before running back home to prepare for the funeral.
"Did you find Cield?" Thranduil, who was waiting impatiently at the gates to the courtyard of the palace, asked his son.
"No... I am so sorry that I could not. But wherever he is, he dropped his cloak." Tonus raised the cloak and Thranduil took it from his son's hands.
"Go inside to your room, some servants are waiting there with your clothes. I cannot let Cield miss his mother's funeral, and I am going to find him." Thranduil kissed Tonus' cheek and ran out of the palace's courtyard to find his son.
Tonus sighed and went into his room where two servants stood. One held soft, long cerulean robes and light sapphire leggings, which Tonus had worn once before at his grandfather's funeral, and the other elf held an ivory hairbrush, Tonus' golden circlet and a damp cloth.
Tonus removed his current clothes and watched as one elf put on Tonus' blue robes. The other washed Tonus' face with the damp cloth, brushed the prince's hair and carefully placed the circlet on Tonus' head.
Tonus would have left if one of the elves, a female, who had dressed him, stopped him and lifted up a pair a new black boots for Tonus. Tonus slipped them on.
"Anything else?" Tonus asked sadly.
"No sir." The she elf watched as the prince left. Meanwhile, Legolas and Illiendal were going through the same thing.
"My prince, please stop fidgeting... I cannot dress you." Galion sighed, as Legolas would not stop moving.
"Not comfy Gal. I want ada." Legolas folded his arms.
"Don't do that, please." Galion sighed. Galion was trying his best to get Legolas to put on a silver tunic onto the elfling.
"Sorry." Legolas sadly stood still as if frozen as Galion carefully buttoned up the elfling's tunic.
Once the tunic was on, Galion slipped some black shoes onto Legolas' feet, brushed the elfling's hair and placed Legolas' small silver circlet on his head. Legolas took it off.
"It's not nice. Makes head sore." Legolas spat.
"Legolas, you must wear the circlet at least until after we bury your mother."
"You mean... Stick her under dirt?"
"Yes exactly."
"Oh fine." Legolas placed the circlet onto his head again, Galion rearranging it.
Illiendal stood still as Mahtan, one of Thranduil's most trusted servants (and Thranduil only let his most trusted Servants alone with his only daughter, as Thranduil was more protective of her than any of his children), carefully dressed her in a long jade and gold dress.
"If it is too tight, tell me, my lady." Mahtan said softly.
"These dresses are always too tight Mahtan, but it's not your fault and there is nothing you can do." Illiendal sighed quietly.
"Alright, well the dress is finally on you, your father asks that you wear this." Mahtan opened a box and placed a necklace around his princess' neck. On the golden chain of the necklace hung a white gem.
"What is this?" Illiendal carefully touched the white gem.
"It was your mother's. Your father wants you to have it. I remember. Your father gave that to your mother a few years before your brother Tonus was born, before they where married, as a gift."
"It is beautiful. I will have to thank my father later." Illiendal whispered. Mahtan finished dressing her and gently ran his fingers down some creases in her dress, smoothing them all out.
"Thank you Mahtan."
"It is my job, lady Illiendal." Mahtan smiled, bowed and left.
"Cield, my child, come out! I am not mad, just, just come! You cannot miss your own mother's funeral!" Thranduil yelled. Cield was nearby.
Cield held his breath. Thranduil had a small trouble with his vision but his hearing was better than any other elf Cield had ever known. Cield did not want to go. Cield wanted to stay hidden forever.
"Got you." Thranduil put a hand onto Cield's shoulder and tightly held him to prevent him from running.
"Don't do that Cield, ever again." Thranduil pulled Cield to his feet.
"I am sorry Adar." Cield muttered.
"I understand but... We must get back to the palace now. You mother will be buried soon and if we both miss her funeral it will be appalling." Thranduil took his son's hand and dashed back to the palace where he brought Cield to his room. Three servants waited there. Two to dress and clean him and one to hold him down and prevent him from running away.
Cield looked at his clothes. It was all silver, save his black shoes. Cield let them dress and clean him, and the one who was there to restrain Cield cleaned up one of Cield's cuts Cield had gotten from running away from the palace and being stabbed by a twig.
"Are you done with Cield?" Thranduil asked from the other side of the door.
"Yes my lord." One of the servants in Cield's room said, opening the door. Cield starred at his father: he had never seen him that way. Thranduil was dressed in one of his old robes, his favorite of all his clothing that he only wore when having a special evening with his wife. It was old but Aldaril had seen Thranduil in it many times: Thranduil had met Aldaril in it. The robes Thranduil wore he had had since he was a young prince of Tonus' age, it was what he wore to ceremonies and Mirkwood's dances. Thranduil had also managed to wear those robes to his father's funeral.
"Yes, Cield?" Thranduil asked.
"Nothing adar, you just look... Nice." Cield said.
"You have never seen me wear clothes from when I was a prince, have you?" Thranduil asked.
"No adar, I have never." Cield shook his head and approached his father. The robes Cield's father wore were white, with gold buttons and gold at the ends of the sleeves and at the collar, but underneath Thranduil wore a deep red tunic.
Cield walked down the halls beside his father in silence. Other elven servants passed by but none said anything. Cield and Thranduil turned into another hall, this one empty. Suddenly, Thranduil turned around and held Cield against one wall of the hall.
"Why did you leave?" Thranduil asked as kind as someone could ask when just loosing their wife and having their son run away from home.
"Adar let go! Ow!" Cield bit his lip as Thranduil's grip tightened.
"You scared me Cield. I never want you to run away again. You are not the only one affected by your mother's passing and there is no reason for you to act like you are the only!" Cield wanted to run away now, but could not move.
"Promise me, promise me Cield, that you wont run away again. Promise me!" Thranduil shook Cield gently.
"I promise! Let go, please!" When Cield was released he rubbed his shoulders where Thranduil had been holding him.
"That hurt." Cield whispered quietly, knowing he should not have commented at all when his father was in such a mood. And Thranduil would have been mad, but he thought of his wife and knew not to yell at his young son, who was not that young anymore.
"I... Am sorry Cield, but you angered me." Thranduil said quietly. Cield made no further comments.
"Go and... Do whatever you like. But in half an hour, meet me in the courtyard near the gates. Then we will leave for your mother's funeral." Thranduil said, and took off towards to doors, where he went to where Aldaril's body lay.
Thranduil looked down at his wife's motionless, cold body. Her wounds that the murderous orcs had made on her fair body had been cleaned up.
"Aldaril, you left me... I cannot do this alone Aldaril. I am now a king with no wife and I have children with no mother... You know I cannot deal with Cield on my own..." Thranduil wiped away one of his tears.
"And Legolas cannot go on without you. You where both his parents to him, I'm never able to be with him... Tonus is grown up now and you wont be around to see grandchildren come from him and our only daughter will one day be pregnant and you should be there for her..." Thranduil touched his wife' cheek sadly.
"I will sail to the undying lands alone, with no wife. Mirkwood will have no queen. Our grandchildren will not have a grandmother... It will never be the same without you, my love... Never. I need you Aldaril, why did you go?" Thranduil covered his face with his hands.
Thranduil knew his children would want to see their mother for a last time before she was buried and Thranduil decided to take little Legolas with him first.
"Legolas, no." Thranduil said as Legolas tried to get into the room his mother lay in.
"Why not? I came all the way here for nothing?" Legolas asked angrily.
"Legolas you have to understand. Your mother lies in that room. I want to make sure you are comfortable with going in there." Thranduil said softly. Legolas was watching some servants dust a vase, and watched as it fell over. Legolas giggled, he never really liked that vase or the servant that it landed on top of.
"Legolas! Are you listening?"
Legolas was still giggling over the fallen vase.
"Legolas!" Thranduil raised his hand.
"What?" Legolas asked as Thranduil's raised handcame down and smacked his backside gently, but with force as Thranduil was not exactly happy or feeling very nice.
Legolas' eyes filled with tears. His bum hurt now, and that makes all elflings sad.
"Legolas, don't-
Legolas could feel tears on his cheek. Legolas took off, not wanting to be seen crying or to be near his father, and Thranduil chased him into the room Aldaril lay.
Legolas grabbed onto his mother's dress she wore to pull himself to where she lay, but instead Aldaril's body falling on him.
"Help... Please..." Legolas sobbed from under his mother's heavy body, and though it was not heavy, to Legolas his mother's body falling on his was like being trampled by an oliphant.
"Legolas!" Thranduil lifted his wife's body, placed it back properly and bent down beside Legolas.
"Did you get hurt?" Thranduil asked. Legolas raised his hand.
"Thumb." Legolas whispered, and Thranduil made a face when he saw his son's dislocated thumb.
"Don't worry, it's not broken... We can get that fixed." Thranduil whispered, pulling Legolas close to him and carefully lifting him into his arms.
"Anywhere else that is sore, Legolas?"
"Bum." Legolas whispered.
"Ai, but that's my fault not your mother's." Thranduil said softly as he approached Elrond.
"Lord Elrond, he dislocated his thumb... Could you fix it up for him?" Thranduil asked, Elrond nodding. Elrohir followed his father, and looked over Elrond's shoulder to see Legolas' thumb. Elrohir followed his father, Thranduil and Legolas to Legolas' bedroom, where Elrond sat Legolas down. Elrohir wondered what had happened to the young prince's thumb but was going to wait.
"Don't worry Legolas, it will only hurt for a while, it will end." Elrond said.
"It will hurt?" Legolas asked.
"I will not lie to you. It will hurt, a lot." Elrond said.
"Wait!" Legolas gasped before Elrond fixed his thumb.
"What?" Elrond asked softly.
"I want my teddy bear." Legolas whispered.
"Which one?" Elrond asked, looking around to see plenty of toy bears (and rabbits).
"White fluffy bear called Blackie." Legolas pointed to a bear near where Thranduil sat on the edge of the bed.
"Blackie the white bear?" Elrond gently smiled.
"Ada..." Legolas tugged at his father's tunic and pointed at the bear. That was one of Legolas' special things, to tug and point to what he desired.
"What? Oh! Here, sweetheart." Thranduil look the bear and pulled Legolas into his lap.
"Ok... Go..." Legolas shut his eyes and pressed his head against Thranduil's chest.
Legolas screamed when Elrond pulled at his finger relocated the finger, and Thranduil bit his lip and squeezed Legolas gently.
"Done." Elrond said gently as Legolas began to sob into Thranduil's tunic. Thranduil held him tightly and sighed.
"Hurts ada." Legolas whispered.
"It will get better." Thranduil kissed Legolas on his nose, Legolas sniffling and wiping his nose on Thranduil's tunic. Thranduil was not going to get angry with Legolas for dirtying his funeral clothes, not when Legolas was about to go to his own mother's funeral.
To be continued...
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Farflung: Well, Cield is really dysfunctional that's for sure, Legolas, well, he's just an elfling and elflings are not as functional as grown elves, Illiendal is a bit of a mary-sue at sometimes but other than that she's normal, Tonus is just quiet and a tad bit shy, and let's not get started on Thranduil.
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